The Dam that buckles, seldom breaks

  They say that women are the more emotional of the sexes. That may be true, but the saddest folks I've ever met were men. Hidden behind stoicism is a buckling dam that refuses to break.
  Society forgets the "stronger" sex, The homeless, the fallen warriors, the veterans, the incarcerated and the emascualted. I have never seen sadness such as a broken man, children stripped away without an ally within the state.
  We chase an illusion of love that only exists in media and our minds. Is it any coincidence that the greatest works of art, the saddest songs, and most heartbreaking poetry come from the mind of such men?
  Of course women feel. Of course they have strong feelings and emotions. But speaking from the heart, as a man, can one ever truly understand the level of pain a man holds in? Many will never know what it is like to be truly alone, without ally, with unrequited love as your only friend, and creep as your only term of endearment.

Driving in MA

  For some of you, I know it may be hard to commit. Please, for the love of god, if you decide to take an exit on the highway, move the fuck over! I'm tired of being stuck behind someone in the right lane while they prance in and out along the edge of the lane. Take the fucking exit!

Drive through

   It occurred to me today, that many people in America don't understand drive-through ettiquite.
  A drive-through is meant to be express service, quick service. It is not intended for you to roll by in your minivan full of sniffling little rug rats and order half of the menu, because your fat ass is too lazy to get of the car for 10 minutes to order inside. How many of us must wait behind you, while the poor workers rush to satisfy your gluttony, and we slowly die from caffeine withdrawal?

Here's a tip, if you have more than 2 things to order. Go inside!